Once a year it becomes a busy place as whales, walruses and other creatures wait for icy straights to melt
Margo Pfeiff and fellow travellers smell the walruses before they see them. On a pancake of ice, they are massive blobs of brown and pink blubber adorned with mustaches and tusks, grunting, snorting and, yes, farting.Margo Pfeiff
The polar bear we were following swims into a fog bank that blocks our route to walrus waters, she writes.
Visitors to Igloolik stray far onto the ice to see migrating bowhead whales gather by the thousands for two weeks in July.Margo Pfeiff
A bowhead whale smashes through 60 centimetres of ice with the distinctive bump on the top of its skull.Margo Pfeiff
Lunch tastes so much better when you're eating on an ice floe overlooking the Foxe Basin.Margo Pfeiff
Igloolik, home to artists, an Inuit circus troupe and the Rockin’ Walrus Festival, is Nunavut’s arts capital.Margo Pfeiff